Cleo obediently placed the phone into her hand, but her mind was in turmoil. Something felt off.
Her master's aura had changed, subtle yet undeniable, and for some reason, she could no longer sense her thoughts clearly.
When had that started? Cleo searched her memories and suddenly realized it must have been after her master refined potions.
Could it be that her master's mental strength had surpassed hers?
Cleo frowned inwardly. That didn't make sense. Both of them should be at the same level, mental strength tier three. If her master's mental strength were truly higher, then through their contract, her master should already be able to read her thoughts with ease. And yet… she couldn't.
Still, recalling that her master's very first potion concoction had produced a Rank-four potion, Cleo couldn't completely dismiss the possibility. A heaven-defying alchemist like that might not follow common rules at all.
